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Digital Twilight

The Art, Writing & Sometimes Odd Life of Mark W. Law

3:15 Eastern - Canada Hockey Place - Puck drop - REMATCH!

The stakes are high - one more gold medal and Canada sets the record (14) for a Winter Olympics. Team U.S.A. would love nothing better than spoiling the party, especially Burkie in the Garage where he used to work!

I am there… Are You?

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Title: Past, Present, Future
Resolution: 1334×1230 @ 72 DPI
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As far as my eyes can see
There are Shadows approaching me
And to those I left behind
I wanted you to Know
You’ve always shared my deepest thoughts
You follow where I go

And oh when I’m old and wise
Bitter words mean little to me
Autumn Winds will blow right through me
And someday in the mist of time
When they asked me if I knew you
I’d smile and say you were a friend of mine
And the sadness would be Lifted from my eyes
Oh when I’m old and wise

As far as my Eyes can see
There are shadows surrounding me
And to those I leave behind
I want you all to know
You’ve always Shared my darkest hours
I’ll miss you when I go

And oh, when I’m old and wise
Heavy words that tossed and blew me
Like Autumn winds that will blow right through me
And someday in the mist of time
When they ask you if you knew me
Remember that You were a frined of mine
As the final curtain falls before my eyes
Oh when I’m Old and wise

As far as my eyes can see

- Alan Parsons / Eric Woolfson ‘Old and Wise’

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The final darkness falls
like the petals from a wilted rose
still lust red in the centre
mottled and curled
where the edges touch oblivion

we reach out and touch
remembering the silky velvet
heart rush of emotion
the sharp edge of the thorn
framing our fingers

the first fragrance
rising from within
like a writhing coil of “Yes!”
stirring the fiery coals
deep within

The heady days we sighed
breath fogging on the leaves
tasting the sensation
of life yet to come
in each tiny dome

As the light slips away
we listen for the fall
the final light brush
where shadows mix with night
and our edges touch oblivion

- Mark W. Law 2010

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